From borisl@room3b.demon.co.ukMon Nov 6 16:30:07 1995 Date: Sat, 04 Mar 95 22:15:52 GMT From: Boris Ludmenkov To: dhuberma@copper.ucs.indiana.edu Subject: HONEY 3 [Attached File: C:\AMIPRO\DOCS\FUNANDGA\MINDCONT\TOLOUVRE\HONEY3.TXT Size: 16905] mc-honey-03.txt I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! (BORIS) Again, I didn't write (says Honey: BORIS) ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE OR HONEY & THE ELECTRICIAN, PART DEUX "Every day she takes her morning bath and wets her hair, She wraps a towel around her as she's headed for the bedroom chair, It's just another day..." Paul McCartney, "Another Day" Used without permission Honey still couldn't believe what happened to her yesterday. She'd been given an incredible orgasm by someone she couldn't or wouldn't even see, then she'd gone home and attacked her poor husband, who was delighted to be attacked by the way, and then she'd finally fallen asleep, exhausted. But, today was another day. Perhaps it was all some sort of weird fantasy/daydream. Anyway, today she was definitely wearing panties, AND, pantyhose. She'd have put on a chastity belt if she had one. At least that's what she thought when she was in the shower. After she had gotten dressed, however, she was surprised to discover that she had dressed, if anything, even more daringly than before, once again prompted by a voice inside her head. The silk stockings and garter belt (a lovely blue one she couldn't even remember buying) were back, and this time, she was also wearing a lovely matching demi bras which allowed her nipples to rub against the silk fabric of her blouse. A moment of disbelief and discomfort was quickly washed away by the soothing voice she heard in her head. Shaking her head a little, she made her way to work, and another day at the office. She vowed, however, to do something to block that service conduit portal under her desk. As pleasurable as it was, she did not want a repeat of yesterday's performance. But, as she sat at her desk that morning, drinking a fresh cup of coffee, she forgot all about her resolve and found herself wishing that the mystery mouth would make a return visit. Her whole body tingled as she once again heard an inner voice prompting her to go and close the door. Every sense was on alert. Her skin was on fire and the feeling of her clothing on bare flesh was like a million little electric shocks running up and down her body. Her nipples ached with the stimulus of the smooth silk rubbing across them when she moved. Her pussy throbbed as she recalled how much she had enjoyed yesterday's encounter. She sat back down at her desk and waited. She resisted looking underneath the desk, though she desperately wanted to look down there. "And see what," she wondered. About that time the phone rang. "Hello," she said in her business voice, "this is Honey, how may I help you?" "Wrong question, Honey," said a deep masculine voice on the other end. "What we're talking about is how I may help YOU. We'll discuss how you will help me later." Honey felt a thrill of fear go up and down her spine as she listened to the deep voiced stranger. "Listen carefully, Honey, I'm going to give you some instructions, and if you carry them out, you'll have even more fun than you did yesterday afternoon." The voice chuckled as Honey gasped out loud into the phone. This person KNEW what had happened yesterday. Maybe he was the ONE who had treated her to one of the most sexually fulfilling experiences she had ever had. "Are you paying attention, Honey?" "Yes," she managed to choke out in a weak voice. She was shaking now, with fear and anticipation. "Very well. Ask questions if there's something you don't understand. Now, when we finish this conversation, you will clear the rest of today's calendar and leave your office, explaining that you have a doctor's appointment. Then, you will get into your car and drive to the Marriot out on the interstate next to the airport. Go directly to the desk and ask for a key to Mr. Smith's room. You will identify yourself as Mary Jones. The person at the desk will be expecting you and will give you the key. You will then go to the room shown on the key. When you get there, remove all of your clothing, except your garter belt, stockings, and bras, place the silk blindfold over your eyes, and lay down on the bed. Do you have any questions?" "Wh-who are you? Why are you doing this?" "Those two questions are ones which I am not at liberty to answer, Honey. Are you going to do as you're told?" "Yes, ... sir." "Good, " the voice chuckled at her addition of the 'sir', "I'll see you later." A dial tone quickly replaced the voice and Honey hung up the phone, stunned to silence by what she had just agreed to do. She felt a mental prompting, urging her to quickly comply with her instructions, and so she did -- cancelling several appointments, telling her boss she had a doctor's appointment, and then getting in her car and driving to the Marriot. She felt like a slut, but then she also felt incredibly aroused. The clerk had given her a smirk when she gave her name as Mary Jones, and Honey felt her face glowing with the blush of embarrassment she felt under that smirk. Nonetheless, she made her way to room 412 and opened the door. She quickly stepped inside and immediately noticed that she was alone in the room. For some reason, this did not surprise her. On the large bed was a long, black silk scarf, which she assumed was her blindfold. With trembling fingers she quickly removed her outer clothing and lay down on the bed before applying the blindfold. She felt at once vulnerable and incredibly sexy as she placed herself on display, her trim frame clad only in black silk stockings, a blue garter belt, and matching demi bras. Though it was cool in the room, she felt warm, her skin flushed with sexual heat as she waited for .... What? What was she waiting for? Her ears picked up the sound of someone fumbling with the lock -- her heart raced and her breathing quickened at the sound -- "Maid service," said a mid range female voice, which filled Honey's mind with shock and complete embarrassment. "Well, I see this room's all done -- I'll just dust a little though, just in case," said the voice. For a moment, Honey considered grabbing her clothes and bolting from the room, but she didn't. The maid moved about the room, apparently dusting the furniture and made no mention of the nearly nude woman laying before her on the bed. Honey was mortified, yet she was still very turned on. Finally, she heard footsteps approach the door and then the sound of the door opening and closing. Alone, again, Honey began to grow impatient, wondering what was going to happen, and questioning why she had come here in the first place. Just when she was ready to just get up and leave, she heard the little voice in her head, telling her to stay right where she was. She nearly screamed when suddenly, she felt the bed shift as someone or some two crawled up on it. She barely resisted the impulse to remove the blindfold or move her arms to cover herself, but once again, the little voice called her to calm and to concentrate on the sexual feelings the situation was generating. Her pussy was extremely wet, and she could feel the moisture all the way back through her crotch as far as her crinkled little rosebud nestled between the cheeks of her shapely ass. The next moment, Honey felt a pair of warm, soft lips touch her own and a rather insistent tongue seeking entry into her mouth. She opened to the invader, her senses detecting the pleasant odor of cloves. Honey felt hair covering her face and it dawned on her that the soft lips pressing against her mouth belonged to a woman. She was quickly distracted from that thought as another pair of lips began nibbling at her breasts, causing shivers to radiate outward from the point of contact, travelling through her entire body. Her stomach did a slow roll as that butterfly feeling came and went repeatedly. Her nipples quickly became hardened points of desire as her mystery lover moved from one to the other, licking, nibbling, tonguing, and teasing her breasts. A pinch of forefinger and thumb brought a squeal of pleasure/pain from Honey's throat which was silenced by the kiss of the woman currently making love to her mouth. At last the kiss was broken and the blindfolded woman was rearranged on the bed, her legs widespread, knees up, her hands placed over her head and behind her. Without being told, verbally, Honey knew that she was to keep her position until someone rearranged her again. She didn't want to move, remembering the terrific pleasure she had received the day before. And now there were two mouths working on her breasts. Not one square inch of her breast flesh was left untouched by the oral activity. Honey's breathing was rapid now and a fine patina of sweat was beginning to appear. Her skin was flushed in a way which told a knowing observer that she was deep into her arousal state and highly suggestible sexually speaking. And now the mouths moved downward, toward the seat of her passion. Little mewling sounds of pleasure and frustration came from Honey's mouth and throat as she felt the excruciatingly slow progress of those twin lines of kisses pass down across her taut belly, dipping momentarily into her navel, and finally coming to a halt at the top of her thighs. Now her legs were lifted up off the bed and her knees bent until they were about touching her breasts. Then, she felt them being pulled firmly apart. She could not have been more open. Her thoroughly aroused sex was as open as it could get without being touched directly. Her clit was hard, throbbing, and clearly visible -- to her, it seemed as if it had taken on gigantic proportions. And then the assault started. Two mouths converging on the junction of her thighs, coating the twin creases between her outer lips and her thighs with kisses and tongue swipes then moved their attack inward until each had a major labial fold sucked between their lips. Fingers were added to the fray and her pussy was expertly probed as never before. And now one mouth moved to the top of her cuntal mound while the other delved into the hole itself. Her clit and pussyhole were assaulted simultaneously which produced an instant and extremely intense orgasm for Honey. Her fists grabbed handfuls of the bedspread behind her head and she screamed her pleasure for all of the world to hear, not caring if they heard or not. Her climax seemed to last a long time as the two mouths played across her sexual landscape like a master violinist on a Stradavarius. Then, one mouth left and she felt the bed shift. A weight settled onto her chest, and something was placed gently on her mouth and chin. A mans cock and balls. Instinctively, her mouth opened to receive the phallus presented to her and its impressive size was quickly evident. Experienced at the art of giving head, Honey was undaunted by the size and opened wide to receive the instrument of her desire. It was a relief to be an active participant -- to give pleasure as well as receive -- and Honey set to work with a will, quickly taking the prodigious penis deep into her throat and working its crenelated and bulging surfaces vigorously with her tongue and lips. In and out the large cock traversed her oral cavity while down below, her pussy was still receiving directly oral stimulation as well. Just when she thought her jaws might be too sore to carry on, the cock was removed from her face and she was rearranged again, this time on her knees, her ass pushed up into the air and her face in her arms on the bed. Strong hands grasped her thighs from behind and she felt that big dickhead touch the super stimulated lips of her tight little pussy. Honey experienced a moment of fear as her mystery lover pressed for entrance to her most secret place. She'd always been small there -- a fact which was not lost on her lovers, who loved the tight fit -- and this was a rather large cock. But it was not being wielded by an inexperienced lover and soon she experienced the pleasant pressure around her vaginal opening. Ever so slowly, her body adjusted to the size of the invader and she soon experienced a familiar, slow, giving sensation as the cockhead pushed forward into her body. Several thrusts were required for complete insertion, but soon she felt the tickling sensation of pubic hair (his) pressing against her ass and his balls rubbing against her clit. After holding this position for a moment the man pulled back, leaving her with an empty feeling. She moaned, muttering fuck me phrases under her breath, and wanting to have that cock pushed right back inside. She got her wish, and soon her lover had set up a regular and strong fucking rhythm, which was enhanced by finger action on her clit. She was in heaven. Her orgasms were almost constant now, and tears of joy began to seep from between her tightly closed eyelids, soaking through the silk blindfold. More shifting on the bed and she detected the strong odor of another female in heat. A pussy was just inches from her face and hands were guiding her mouth to meet it. She had never made love to another woman before, and, prior to today, she had had no desire to do so. But in her extreme passion, she was ready to try anything and so she plunged into this task with a will. Her tongue did a quick survey of the entire pubic region of her female counterpart as she got the lay of the land, so to speak. The increasing force of the fucking she was receiving pushed her face tightly against the crotch of the woman in front of her, leaving her little room to maneuver. She did what she could though and her lashing tongue and sucking mouth soon had her victim moaning and thrashing in orgasmic bliss. The man behind her was also approaching his point of no return, as she could tell. He was jackhammering his cock in and out of her and only her ample lubrication and the extensive oral loving she had received saved her from significant discomfort. Her ass was being spanked by his thighs on every in stroke, and the strokes came quicker, stronger, and shorter as he signaled his drive for the finish. She was still cumming, her vaginal muscles clamping down hard time and time again around the entire surface of the phallic invader. Her mouth was filled with female cum and her pussy was just about to receive a load of the male variety. One last mighty plunge and she could feel his massive staff twitching as it spit blast after blast of hot, frothy sperm into the deepest recesses of her pussy. Four, five, six times he fired into her, and then he slowly pulled out. Honey was rolled onto her back again and presented once more with the large cock, though now it was rapidly shrinking and covered with a thick coating of her juices and his cum. She knew what was expected, and quickly cleaned it off. Once more the woman kissed her, sharing the produce of their lust with her. The room reeked of sex and sweat and was filled with the sounds of labored breathing. At last, with a final kiss to her mouth, breasts and pussy, the two mystery lovers left the room. She remained still on the bed, blindfold on, until she heard the door close and footsteps retreat down the hall. Then, removing the silk from her face she went into the bathroom to clean up. What a mess she was. Her hair, her makeup -- she looked like, well, she looked like she'd had the living shit fucked out of her. She laughed at the thought and proceeded to take a quick shower and make a few repairs of her makeup and hair. Dressing hurriedly, she left the hotel, tossing the key on the counter without so much as a glance at the smirking desk clerk. She got home before her husband and had time to do a little better job on herself just in time to hear the familiar, "Honey, I'm home" from the front hall. Later on, she would be forced to say "not tonight honey, I'm just not feeling up to it..." [End Attached File]